"The trees beside the inkstone washing pond at my house have blooming flowers with faint ink marks. Don't let anyone praise the color, just leave the pure air to fill the universe."
Chen Ji opened the soap lid and recited it slowly, and then his hands started shaking with excitement.
He exclaimed: "What a poem! What a poem! In just one sentence, don't let anyone praise the color, but leave only the fresh air to fill the universe. It depicts the plum blossom god's clear bones, quiet appearance, and noble and dignified temperament to the bone."
I heard that Baron Qingshui was kind-hearted. After making money from selling soap, he was not arrogant and licentious. Instead, he was not afraid of offending the local gentry and took the thankless efforts of the veterans of the Iron Forest Army to suppress bandits everywhere in Jinchuan.
I'm afraid this poem is Baron Qingshui using plum blossoms as a metaphor for his own sentiments. He doesn't want to use bright colors to please others and seek praise from others, but only wants to spread his fragrance in the world.
Speaking of this, I am a little envious of Baron Qingshui. He can do whatever he wants, but I am tied to this court and have to face mountains of memorials every day!"
In order to attack the Qing family and Jin Feng, the Zhou family often used Jin Feng's suppression of bandits in Jinchuan as an example in the court, accusing Jin Feng and Qing Huai of trying to win people's hearts and intend to rebel.
Although Chen Ji did not express his position, he still had some grudges in his heart.
But after reading this poem, Chen Ji's grudges were swept away, and his favorable impression of Jin Feng directly improved by several levels.
"Your Majesty, you have sacrificed so much for the people of the world and worked hard!"
Concubine Qing flattered her very sensibly.
"My beloved concubine still understands me," Chen Ji patted the back of Concubine Qing's hand, and the title changed: "Did Baron Qingshui just write these two songs? Is there any more?"
"Yes, I will go and bring them all to Your Majesty."
Concubine Qing did not call her a maid, she held up her skirt and trotted to the back to bring a tray of soap.
Some have been used, and some have not yet been opened.
As if opening a blind box, Chen Ji rubbed his hands with excitement, picked up a soap box, turned on the small mechanism, and then opened the lid with anticipation.
"There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance! What a poem! What a poem!"
He sighed twice, then picked up another one.
"Wearing this body in the ice and snow forest, it is not like peaches and plums mixed with fragrant dust. Suddenly, the fragrance spreads all night, spreading like spring in the universe. Good!"
…
"Plums without snow are not spiritual, and snow without poetry makes people vulgar. Poems at dusk and snow all day long, combined with plums, is very spring. Good!"
"Hey, this is a rhyme poem. All the fragrances are swaying and blooming alone, occupying the small garden. The frost birds want to come down first and steal the eyes, and the pink butterflies know how to unite and break their souls. Fortunately, we can make love with each other with a slight chant, and there is no need to share the sandalwood board.
Golden bottle.”
Chen Ji paced back and forth excitedly: "The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk! It's so well written!"
After reading this, Chen Ji is almost at a loss for words, and he just keeps praising the writing.
"Oh, there is another poem. Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, I am lonely and without an owner. It is dusk and I am sad alone, and there is more wind and rain. I have no intention of struggling for spring, and I will let everyone be jealous. It is scattered into mud and crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same.
."
When Chen Ji read this poem, he burst into laughter: "Baron Qingshui is definitely using plum trees as a metaphor for himself. He has no intention of struggling for spring, and once everyone is jealous, he falls into mud and grinds into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same. How well written!
No matter what others say about him, he doesn't care and only acts according to his own heart. Even if he is shattered to pieces and crushed into dust, he will never regret it!"
After reading more than a dozen poems about plum blossoms in succession, Chen Ji's affection for Jin Feng reached its peak.
At this time, in his mind, Jin Feng was just like Mei Hua, a reclusive master with a noble personality and a kind heart who could not bear to see the suffering of the people and did not like to fight for power.
How could such a person rebel?
If you were really interested in power, why would you go back to a remote mountain village? Wouldn't it be better to just stay in Weizhou City?
"My beloved concubine, are there any more?"
Chen Ji found that all the boxes had been rummaged through by him and looked up at Concubine Qing.
"Back to Your Majesty, there is no more Yongmei..."
Concubine Qing replied helplessly.
Duke Qing Guo sent her dozens of boxes of soap in total. In addition to a dozen pieces of plum blossom scented soap, there were also two boxes of other scented soaps.
"The Yongmei one is gone?" Chen Ji asked, "What about the others?"
"There are some others. I will go and get them for Your Majesty."
"Go, go, go!" Chen Ji urged anxiously.
Concubine Qing did not dare to delay, so she quickly picked up her skirt and led the palace maid to bring over all the other scented soaps.
There were boxes opened by Chen Ji everywhere on the table, and they couldn't be piled anymore.
Chen Ji simply asked the palace maid to put all the trays on the floor, and then sat cross-legged. He did not let the palace maid and Concubine Qing help, and opened the soap boxes one by one.
"The green leaves and branches are the same as those of osmanthus, and the flowers are blooming softly and facing the wind. The fragrance spreads all over the courtyard year after year, and it is not until the autumn is clear in the middle of August. This box is scented with osmanthus!"
"The orchid leaf path in the mountains, the peach orchard outside the city. I don't know that people are quiet, and I don't notice the noise of birds. This box is orchid-flavored!"
"The orchid grass has grown in rows, and the mountains are full of meaning. If you are still faithful, why fight with others? This box is also an orchid."
"The little boy used a small boat to secretly pick white lotus. Unable to uncover the traces, he opened the duckweed. What is this box? Oh, it turns out to be lotus-flavored!"
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Chen Ji no longer commented on the poems on the box at this time, not only because of the lack of words, but also because almost every poem on the box surprised him.
In Chen Ji's heart, Jin Feng's attainments in poetry have far surpassed his own, so it would be inappropriate for him to comment on it.
It's like a high school student reviewing a PhD thesis.
At this time, Chen Ji fully realized the joy of opening blind boxes. Every time he opened a new box, a new poem would come out.
It took until dark for Chen Ji to unpack all the boxes.
"My beloved concubine, are there any more?"
Chen Ji looked up at Concubine Qing expectantly.
"Return to Your Majesty, there is no more."
Concubine Qing remembered Qing Mulan's explanation and took advantage of the situation and said: "Mu Lan said that Baron Qingshui planned to open a shop in the capital specifically to sell soap. He is planning it. When his shop opens, I will ask someone to buy another one.
batch."
"What else can I do to open a shop?" Chen Ji said nonchalantly: "Baron Qingshui and Qinghuai have a close relationship. If you need anything, why don't you just go to Duke Qing?"
In fact, he wanted to ask Jin Feng to pay tribute again, but thinking of the attitude expressed in Jin Feng's poems, Chen Ji gave up the idea.
"Mu Lan wrote to say that Baron Qingshui actually doesn't lack anything, but..."
"Just what?"
"Baron Qingshui knows that he has offended the Zhou family, and is a little worried that if he opens a shop in the capital, the Zhou family will be in trouble." Concubine Qing replied.
Although Chen Ji was not a qualified emperor, after all, he had been tempered on the throne for so many years and was too sensitive to court battles.
As soon as Concubine Qing finished speaking, she immediately felt that Concubine Qing was going to help the Qing family suppress the Zhou family.
Instinctively, I wanted to scold, but thinking of the poems written by Jin Feng, I finally waved my hand and said:
"You should reply to the girl of the Qing family and let Baron Qingshui rest assured that the capital is at the feet of the emperor and the most legal place in the world. If the Zhou family embarrasses him because of this matter, let him just come to me."